"Think it all you want, feel it all you want, but you can't say it to me. I can't hear it. I can't listen to it."
It's a request he can't bring himself to honor, at least not tonight. Not when there was every chance that if she has her way, they were about to part ways for good— we're not going to make a habit of this, she'd said— with her not fully understanding the truth of the situation. He can't force anything to change, can't keep her from going right back to pushing him away if she's still determined to do so, but he can insist on the truth.]
We can.
[She hadn't needed to repeat herself to know what was coming next, and he refutes her protest without pause, barely pulling away long enough to do so before he claims another kiss. It has none of the desperation from earlier, but instead, frustration has become a simmering heat within him.
They can, even if it's only for right now. Even if it's only long enough for her to get her to understand him.]
I love you.You are the one who makes me weak.
[Just as she'd said for him— he makes her want to say 'yes' to everything, to concede where he would not have dared before. His words are low and murmured against the curve of her mouth between kisses, though he doesn't demand another one just yet.]
Push me away all you want. That won't change— and even if you shut and lock that door behind me when I go, I refuse to leave you believing in a lie.
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"Think it all you want, feel it all you want, but you can't say it to me. I can't hear it. I can't listen to it."
It's a request he can't bring himself to honor, at least not tonight. Not when there was every chance that if she has her way, they were about to part ways for good— we're not going to make a habit of this, she'd said— with her not fully understanding the truth of the situation. He can't force anything to change, can't keep her from going right back to pushing him away if she's still determined to do so, but he can insist on the truth.]
We can.
[She hadn't needed to repeat herself to know what was coming next, and he refutes her protest without pause, barely pulling away long enough to do so before he claims another kiss. It has none of the desperation from earlier, but instead, frustration has become a simmering heat within him.
They can, even if it's only for right now. Even if it's only long enough for her to get her to understand him.]
I love you. You are the one who makes me weak.
[Just as she'd said for him— he makes her want to say 'yes' to everything, to concede where he would not have dared before. His words are low and murmured against the curve of her mouth between kisses, though he doesn't demand another one just yet.]
Push me away all you want. That won't change— and even if you shut and lock that door behind me when I go, I refuse to leave you believing in a lie.